Lyrics:

He's a dying bed maker
He's a dying bed maker
A dying bed maker
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Jesus made a woman at his will
She went a running
Saw a man leaning on the well
He told me everything I need

He might be a prophet
He might be a prophet
He might be a prophet
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Let's go and meet him
Let's go and meet him
Let's go and meet him
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Yeah, when I crawl up in my dying bed
I want my fate to be born
Is all I ask you to do for me
Come lay me on my coolin' board

Well, gonna stretch out on it
Gonna stretch out on it
Gonna stretch out on it
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Well, He's a heartbreaker
He's a heartbreaker
He's a heartbreaker
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

When I crawl up in my dying bed
Passing by my years
Is all I ask you to do for me
Come and tell him about my ways

Well, I'm going to heaven
I'm going to heaven
I'm going to heaven
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Oh well, well, I've got religion
I've got religion
I've got religion
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Oh well, well, I'm on my journey
I'm on my journey
I'm on my journey
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Yeah, when I crawl up in my dying bed
I want my fate to be born
Is all I ask you to do for me
Come lay me on my coolin' board

Well, I'm gonna stretch out on it
I'm gonna stretch out on it
I'm gonna stretch out on it
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed